One Life To Live: Devoid

Saturday, February 18, 2023

Feelings have

A language of their own.

Let it be constricted

Just to make sure

That the words in this language

Are not being too extravagant.

What if they are clothed

In a translucent veil?

What if they spell out everything

Without realizing

That the place they are in

Is not in the middle of nowhere

Or in the landscape of the world

That lies within the realms of my heart

But is a podium

In the bare world

Of monochromes

With hints of rainbows.

What if they mistake

Those tiny splashes of rainbows

To be the ethereal paintings in my heart.

Let it be constricted.

And thus the world becomes

Devoid of another expression.

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